Abnormality in normality.

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 2 : 𝕄𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕦𝕡 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘.

✌𝓡𝔂𝓸𝓴𝓸'𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓿✌

I meticulously surveyed my surroundings, scanning every shadow and flicker of movement. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. No sign of any exasperating person in a dirty lab coat. A sigh of deep relief escaped my lips as my weary legs finally gave way. I collapsed to my knees on the rough, brown, sandy ground. "I am free! I am finally free! Free at last!" I cried out in joyous disbelief.

But then a chilling realization struck me like a brick falling from a great height. What now? What do I do now that I've escaped? The thought hit me hard, the impact almost as jarring as the cold ground beneath me. My hastily made plan had carried me this far, but now its flaws were glaringly obvious. I had no destination, no sanctuary. It was painfully clear that I had just escaped from an asylum. My disheveled appearance screamed it-the dirty white gown hanging loosely on my frame, my wild white hair streaked with red, and the ragged red stripes that told tales of restraint and struggle. My eyes, one red and one white, now framed by dark, heavy bags from countless sleepless nights, stared blankly. My bare feet, bruised and bleeding, completed the pitiful picture.

All I could do was hopelessly gawk at myself and my surroundings, wondering what the hell I was supposed to do now. As I knelt on the ground, contemplating my rash decision, a movement caught my eye. I looked up to find a man in a tattered hoodie and ripped jeans standing before me. His red Mohawk stood out starkly against the dull landscape, and his orange eyes gleamed with an unsettling, almost predatory intensity. He looked homeless, but there was a sinister sharpness in his gaze that sent a shiver down my spine.

"Hey, what's a pretty girl like you doing alone at this time of day?" he asked, his voice dripping with malice. His eyes roamed over me, taking in my disheveled appearance with an unsettling hunger. My dirty white gown, ruffled white hair streaked with red, and bare, battered feet made me look like easy prey. I felt a wave of panic rising, my breath quickening as the reality of my situation sank in.

He took a step closer, a twisted smile spreading across his face, and I could see the sinister intent in his eyes. My heart pounded in my chest, the euphoria of my escape rapidly transforming into a deep, paralyzing fear. One of his thin, grimy hands grabbed my waist, sending a jolt of fear through me. Instinctively, I grabbed his hand and twisted, hearing his knuckles crack under my grip. "Don't worry, no need to play hard to get. We both know you want this as much as I do," he sneered, grinning through the pain, trying to suppress a wince.

The only thing I want is for you to get lost. You're making me quite irritated, and I won't be responsible for what happens next," I said, my voice trembling with suppressed anger. I tried to control my fury, to avoid a bloody scene, but he couldn't take the hint.

He stepped closer, backing me up against a crumbling wall. My heart pounded, but my mind raced faster. Desperation surged through me, and I knew I had to act. I kicked up a cloud of sand from the ground, aiming for his eyes. He staggered back, clutching his face in pain.

Seizing the moment, I delivered a swift kick to his head, sending him sprawling to the ground. He groaned, dazed and disoriented, giving me a precious few second to distance myself from the threat.

I should have stopped there. I should have been content with the damage I had inflicted, but a dark fury had taken hold of me. Instead of walking away, I climbed on top of him, straddling his chest as I rained down punches on his face. Each blow landed with a sickening thud, transforming his features into a grotesque mess of blood and shattered flesh. His mouth, once twisted in a sneer, was now a gaping maw, with broken teeth scattered like fallen soldiers.